I’ve been working all day running activities at a fun day for children, young people and their families at a local school. The event was organised to showcase what’s available in the area for disabled children and their families.

I don’t often take my wheelchair to work because normally I tend to be moving about in a small, familiar space.…

Fat Sister’s a hospital doctor and at this stage in her career she has little control over where she works. In August she was due to start a new job, which would’ve involved her living outside of London most of the time because it was so far away.…

I phoned Laura earlier but she didn’t pick up so I left a voicemail. So far so normal, but my attempts to leave voice messages often descend into chaos and this evening’s message was completely crazy. I kept ticcing about her baby daughter’s toy duck and my message was wrecked by my repeated requests to speak to ‘Duck’.…

Fat Sister got her tic name a long time ago, when she was on a diet. Leftwing Idiot thought it would be funny to say ‘Fat Sister’ to me over and over until it became a tic.

This particular bit of tic-programming came back to bite him today when he told me he was worried about putting on weight.…

Tonight I went to a Club Attitude event with Bunny and our friends Mic and Sophie. The event was organised by Attitude is Everything, an organisation that makes it easier for disabled people to enjoy to live music. It was a night of great bands in an amazing super-accessible venue.…

Yesterday I wrote about my new hip-hop arm tic. The ‘gansta’ theme continued today thanks to a new set of vocal tics. If you want to know what I mean, just add motherfucker to the following:

“Sand dunes!”
“Sandwich bag!”
“Armadillos!”…

Annoyingly, the arm tics I mentioned the other day have carried on. In particular I’m making a movement that involves extending my arm straight in front of me and making a circular gesture. This has been causing problems with eating, drinking and typing.…

My friend Pierce has written an amazing guest post, which explains his tics and what we got up to today:

My name is Pierce, I am 11 years old. The doctor told me I had Tourettes in 2008 but I have always made noises and had ‘firky fingers’ since I was little.…

A while ago I made a recording of a short sentence I was trying to say during a ticcing fit and the tics were so intrusive it took me six minutes to get my words out. This evening I’ve spent 45 minutes writing about a new group of physical tics that are proving equally tricky.…

Laura came and picked me up after work in her car. We headed off to get some dinner with baby Ruby asleep in the back and me sitting next to Laura in the front. I’m not a perfect passenger because I sometimes reach out and interfere with the driving or tic inappropriate things like, “We’re going to crash!”…